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A Magical Wedding	By : TheShadowCat Category: G through L > Hellboy Views: 4671 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Hellboy, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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A/N - Theresa Lewis is a Water Mage that’s gone bad and has the hots for Abe.

Maggie is sitting at nice restaurant overlooking the San Francisco Bay in Sausalito waiting nervously. She barely notices a sea gull glide by on the breeze as she takes a sip of water. She checks her watch. They’re late. The maître d' leads a man in his mid thirties to her table. She looks at him curiously.

“Miss Cavendish?” the man asks as the maître d' leaves.

“Yes,” she answers, slightly confused.

“I’m Mr. Roden,” he explains. “I represent Mr. and Mrs. Steele. I’ve been sent here to give you this.”

He hands her a neatly folded piece of paper. She takes it with trepidation; sure she’s not going to like what it is. She’s not disappointed when she opens it.

“It’s an order to cease and desist,” he informs her. “Mr. and Mrs. Steele do not wish to have any further contact from you.”

“All I did was to invite them to lunch,” she whispers.

“Be that as it may, you will not contact them again,” Roden insists. “Or further legal action will be taken.”

“Don’t worry about that, Mr. Roden,” she retorts as she stands, hastily dropping a twenty on the table. “I wouldn’t want to their granddaughter to cause them any undue distress.”

With that she quickly walks out of the restaurant fighting back the tears and steps out into the bright sunlight. As soon as her eyes adjust, she realizes she’s on the ranch near the quarantine pen. The buckskin stallion charges the fence while Dr. Tambor is standing there waiting for her.

“I’m sorry,” he says sadly. “There’s nothing more we can do for him.”

“I understand,” she replies shakily.

She turns as he lifts a gun and aims it at the animal. She barely manages to cover her ears in time before the loud pop of the weapon going off. She feels the ground vibrate as the horse’s body hits the ground. She looks back at the corral and it is Magick lying on the ground.

Before she can even draw breath to scream, Abe forces her to look at him. They’re standing on the shore of the Pacific Ocean on the small bit of beach near the Monterey Plaza Hotel. She can see Lewis standing just off shore. It looks like she’s waiting.

“Abe, get out of here!” Maggie warns.

“It’s alright, Maggie,” he states calmly. “Since you can’t seem to get pregnant, I’ve decided to go with Theresa. I’ll finally be a father. I’m sure you’ll be happy. You’ll have your old life back.”

Maggie stands there with her mouth hanging open in surprise and shock. Before her brain can form a response, he smoothly runs and dives into the water. A moment later, he’s standing next to Lewis. They embrace and kiss before disappearing beneath the waves.

“NOOOOOOO!!!!” Maggie screams, sitting up.

She’s barely aware of the meadow or the sound of splashing water while tears stream down her face. Her body is wracked by great gasping sobs as she sinks back down onto the blanket. She’s curling into a fetal position when she’s suddenly grabbed by something cold and wet. She wraps her arms around the body holding her and cries her pain and fears into his chest.

After her tears finally stop, she continues to lie shaking in Abe’s arms. She finally notices that he’s rocking her, stroking her hair and making soothing noises. Finally, she loosens her grip on him and looks up into those incredible blue eyes.

Without a word, he leans down and claims her lips with his own. She hungrily returns his kiss like she can never get enough of him. She’s vaguely aware of her clothes being pulled on as their tongues dance an erotic dance that has only one outcome.

A short eternity later, she becomes aware of his hands caressing her bare body. A small part of her brain wonders how he got her shirt off without their mouths losing contact with each other. He fondles a nipple and all non-vital brain functions cease to work.

His lips work their way down her neck, across her collar bone until they find their way to a pink bud. He takes the nipple into his mouth as her back arches into him, moans escape her from her throat and her hands hold onto the back of his head.

A soft nicker from somewhere nearby sparks a memory in the back of her mind. That one single thought fights its way to the forefront of her passion addled brain, partially snapping her out of her erotic delirium.

“Abe, wait,” she gasps, feebly trying to push him back. “We can’t.”

“Why not?” he asks, finally releasing her nipple and then immediately finding her earlobe.

“Jamy. Earthquakes,” she manages to whisper.

Without another word, he scoops her up into his arms and carries her to the spring. Gracefully sliding into the pool, he submerges them up to their necks, and the cool liquid quickly chills her. He immediately goes back to his delightful attack with his hands and lips and her body temperature rises. Hands and lips touch, caress, explore, fondle and grope their way around the other’s body.

She wraps her legs around his torso as her lips find his and he sinks down further into the coolness up to his chin. He gladly lets her take charge as her hands explore his body in search for his erogenous zones. She already knows of his gills, so she avoids those and lets her hands adventure around the areas she can reach.

She eventually discovers the base of his dorsal fin. She gently strokes her fingers along it causing him to give an involuntary shudder. His gills flare and start to furiously work to absorb more oxygen from the water. Her lips leave his as she works across his face towards the side of his neck. Taking a lung full of air, she plunges her face into the water so that she can kiss and lick the front gill.

He can’t take it anymore and he stands in the water that reaches to his ribs, letting her slide further down his body until his erection finds her hot core. She holds onto his shoulders as he pushes her hips down and completes their union. She gasps as cool meets hot, but quickly recovers as he starts to move.

Her heat soaks into him as he slowly trusts into her, causing more moans as she hangs onto him. Her hips match his movements while her brain takes a vacation somewhere in the stratosphere. Their groans and cries reverberate off of the trees and they grow louder as the pace increases.

He plunges in and out of her creating a delicious heat with the friction. He can feel himself losing control just as she lets out a scream, convulsing with pleasure. Ramming himself as far as he can into her, he finds his release into her hot center.

The now familiar flooding of emotions and memories come pouring into his brain, but this time, instead of ignoring them, he catches what he can as the thoughts wash over him like a tidal wave. He pulls Maggie closer to him as her body relaxes from their latest excursion. As their hearts slowly return to their normal pace, her body starts to shiver from the cold though she doesn’t complain.

Careful not to dislodge her, Abe exits the spring and carries his exhausted wife over to the blanket. The material is now only half in the shade thanks to the Earth’s movement and he lays her down on the sun warmed portion. Kneeling down beside her, he strokes her face until she finally opens her eyes and looks at him.

“I’m going to go get dressed,” he tells her. “I’ll be right back. Ok?”

“Ok,” she whispers her reply as she stretches languidly.

He collects his gear and dons it in record time. With all do haste, he returns to Maggie who hasn’t moved except to throw one arm over her eyes. He stops and stares at the glorious sight he sees lay out before him, stunned by her incredible beauty. His hormones want to take advantage of this stunning nude goddess before him, unfortunately, his body can’t respond. Maggie snorts, interrupting his musings.

“I’m not that good looking,” she states.

Belatedly, he realizes he was broadcasting again.

“That, my love, is a matter of opinion,” he replies.

He retrieves her clothes and then settles down next to her. She peeks out of the crook of her arm and looks at him with one hazel eye. He pulls that sun warmed arm down just before he kisses her softly. She sighs contentedly with her eyes shut as he pulls back.

“You should probably get dressed,” he states.

She growls her response as her arm flops back over her eyes.

“You’ll get sunburned,” he gently warns her. “In places you won’t like.”

Muttering something about it being rude to disturb the dead, she struggles to sit up. Abe reaches out and helps her into an upright position. Grumbling, she takes her clothes from him and starts to get dressed.

A short time later, she’s fully clothed except for her boots. Abe is sitting under a nearby tree watching her. She goes over and snuggles down next to him.

“Want to talk about your dream?” he asks quietly as he circles her shoulders with his arm.

She shudders as she buries her face in her shoulder. He wraps his other arm around her and pulls her closer.

“I can see why I’d dream about that new horse and you leaving me because I couldn’t get pregnant, but I’m not sure why my brain decided to bring up that other dreadful memory,” she finally answers softly as one her arms finds its way around his waist. “That happened over sixteen years ago.”

“Rejection and loss,” he states. “Your grandparents rejected you and you lost that part of your heritage. The horse has rejected your efforts to calm him, and while losing him would hurt, losing Magick would be an even more traumatic. You fear that I’ll reject you because you haven’t gotten pregnant yet and that you’ll lose me.”

He lets that sink in for a few moments before continuing on.

“I’ll never leave you, you know,” he whispers into her hair just before he kisses the top of her head. “Even if you never do get pregnant, you won’t be rid of me and you especially will never lose me to Lewis. The woman makes my scales crawl.” He gives a small involuntary shudder. “I love you for who you are not for whether or not you can have children with me. Besides, you have to admit, it is certainly fun trying to get you pregnant.”

“Except for the earthquakes,” she mutters. “How are we going to control those if I don’t get pregnant? I don’t fancy making love in the middle of the la…pond for the rest of whatever.”

“We’ll think of something,” he replies. “In the meantime, we should probably get going. Helen might start to wonder what’s happened to you.”

“You’re right,” she sighs. “Though I wouldn’t mind staying here forever.”

“Nor I,” he states. “Unfortunately, we don’t need Helen calling the local authorities to come and find you. I’m fairly sure Manning would have a fit about it.”

“That man needs to take a vacation,” she grumbles as she reluctantly pulls away. “A long one. Preferably someplace very far away.”

Abe chuckles as he releases her. Maggie slips her feet into her riding boots, grabs the lead lying on the ground and goes to get Magick who’s been dozing in the sun. At first, he refuses to move, but eventually relents at the offering of an apple after they get back.

By the time she returns with the reluctant equine, Abe has shaken out the blanket, folded it and is patiently waiting for them. After ‘pulling’ up a rock so that they can mount the large animal, they head back home.

A while later, Maggie drops Abe off in front of the house. She kisses him, snags a left over apple from the basket and then heads back to the ranch. Shortly, she finds herself leading Magick back into his barn with him happily munching on the remains of his apple. Once inside, she takes the lead off of his halter and heads into the tack room. She changes her shoes, grabs the grooming box and returns to Magic.

She finds him in his stall nosing his food bin trying to find any missed morsels. With a small chuckle, she puts the box on the ground and heads for the food locker. She dumps a healthy sized scoop of oats into his bin before she starts giving him a thorough grooming. Some time later, as she’s finishing combing out his long tail, Helen walks into the barn.

“Hello, Helen,” Maggie greets. “What can I do for you?”

Magick gives the new comer a cursory glance and then goes back to the near doze state he had previously been in. Helen stands and watches for a moment, but decides to stay out of reach of the stallion.

“Hi, Miss Cavendish,” Helen finally replies. “How was your ride?”

“It was very nice, thank you,” Maggie responds.

“That’s good,” Helen states.

There’s silence for several minutes as Maggie now works on combing out the stallion’s mane. She finally stops her ministrations to her horse and looks at her employee.

“Is there something I can do for you, Helen?” Maggie asks.

“I was just wondering…,” she starts.

“You were just wondering what?” Maggie questions after several moments of silence.

“I was just wondering,” Helen continues, “when I get to meet him.”

“Meet whom?” Maggie inquires.

“Your husband.”
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